Monday, January 16, 2012

The MacGuffin by Michael Craft

A cold-case murder fifteen years ago halted promising developments in the quest for clean energy when the rumored prototype of a groundbreaking water engine was stolen or destroyed. Now the race is on to repower America, and Cooper Brant, still grieving that long-ago murder of his father, suddenly finds his family visited by a second violent death, raising the stakes to unearth lost secrets. When Coop discovers how the two crimes are linked, a grim message becomes clear. He's next.

Coopers had a rough life. He is missing a ring finger from childhood, his mother committed suicide when his father took up with a woman of color, and then his father was murdered. The killer never found. Now, on his second marriage, Cooper is the architect for his wife's family business. His father-in-law is an oil tycoon and about to take the business into a green direction, focusing on energy instead of oil.

When the detective who investigated Cooper's dad shows up during a press conference, he is stunned. It's been fifteen years, what could she want now? When she talks to Cooper after the conference, she explains that his dad's case is the only one she hasn't been able to close. A cold case for fifteen years, she wants to reopen the case.

When Cooper's stepson, Kavanall, is murdered, Cooper does some investigating of his own. As the investigation gets deeper, Cooper begins to realize that the two murders are connected, and that his life could be in jeopardy.

The MacGuffin is a page-turning suspense with remarkable characters. My favorites were the visits Cooper made to his trainer and the dentist. Humorous but revealing information was exchanged at those appointments that really lead the reader in the right direction. Michael Craft is an extremely talented author and storyteller - keeping this reader entranced from beginning to end. Mystery readers won't want to miss this one!

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